My childhood home is haunted so I'm more comfortable here.
Yeah, we could've bought it but who wants to live in a house where you're both out in the car trying convince the other person to re-enter the house to turn off the lights that you could swear were off? If you were sitting downstairs you could hear people walking around upstairs, opening and closing doors. If you were upstairs it always sounded like someone was entering. Every kid who slept there saw a woman standing at the end of the bed, although my eldest said she would also sit in the rocker. When my mother was ill I spent the night and the bed started rocking so bad I jumped out thinking the house was shaking. It wasn't so I got back in and right a way the bed started rocking again. So Fine, I'm up! It was almost time to go to work. I went downstairs to my mother trying to make me coffee but she forget the water and the pot was just burning. I guess the ghost was just trying to save the house. Whatever. No, I prefer my non-haunted abode.
I grew up in that house with heat that accumulated at the 9ft ceilings, no insulation, plaster walls that you couldn't bang a nail in without creating a massive hole, only 2 outlets per room and the only outlet in the attic was in the hallway as part of the light fixture, open concept with archways so you couldn't be anywhere downstairs without hearing what everyone was doing, thousand leggers that were 2 inches long/half inch wide in the basement, damp basement because the clay drains were all disintegrated, decaying soffits and wooden front porch, doors that swelled shut seasonally with the only door working 100% the one Dad put in the back porch. All I saw in that house was the work and at 40 I had no ambition to fix it.
The house is beautiful and sits on an acre of land one house away from a state park and backs onto a stream. It has a wrap around porch, 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, large eat in kitchen, deck off the back, attic with two large rooms and a large unfinished attic room. Acres of unpainted trim and solid wood floors. But for me it would always be my parents house, which would stop me from changing it. I walk by it all the time and wish the people currently living there good luck.